The poet starts out with the metaphor of a "drunk, drugged look", since the her beloved wasn't literally intoxicated. She then links this to a simile of how that dazed look reminds her of the look in her baby daughter's eyes after she had just been suckled. The filmy look in her eyes makes her think that the milk is swelling up inside her baby's head.
The poet says that she is amazed by the power of contentment that so easily mollifies the anxiety of hunger in her baby. What brings her the most joy is the comfort and inevitability with which her daughter's expression betrays to her that her mother satisfies her every need easily.
She likens the expression to that on the face of her lover, after they shared their first kiss out in front of a church - "a man who was going to be that vulnerable,that easy and impossible to hurt". She says she's glad to have loved someone that so readily and helplessly professed her ability to make him content and happy.
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